TAMPERED TEMPER
He tampered with her
braids as he sat behind
her in kindergarten.
Her temper was swift and
beautiful, a flaming handprint
engulfing his left cheek.
He tampered with her
heart as he played the
field in high school.
Her face flushed as she
landed the imminent blow that
smashed the smirk off his face.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Three Word Wed -- engulf, imminent, tamper
Labels:
poetry prompt,
threewordwed
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Poetic Asides -- about a person
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
She held my hand
my first day of
kindergarten. Her
red curly hair
framed her freckled
face, enflamed with
dimples and the
most ferocious smile
you'd ever seen.
She held my hand
my first day of
kindergarten. Her
red curly hair
framed her freckled
face, enflamed with
dimples and the
most ferocious smile
you'd ever seen.
Labels:
poeticasides,
poetry prompt
Carry on Tuesday - one misty moisty morning
7 A.M.
He fell out of my bed
one misty moisty morning
and said he no longer loved
the smell of my damp skin
or the freckles on my nose.
He fell out of my bed
and I felt the cool
deadness of the cotton sheets
that smelled moisty and misty
without his heat to warm them.
He fell out of my bed
one misty moisty morning
and said he no longer loved
the smell of my damp skin
or the freckles on my nose.
He fell out of my bed
and I felt the cool
deadness of the cotton sheets
that smelled moisty and misty
without his heat to warm them.
Labels:
carryontues,
morning,
poetry prompt
Three Word Wed - charm, feast, robust
MY EMPTY STOMACH
I feasted on your charm,
a robust meal
of delectable deceit and emptiness.
I hung on your arm,
an empty delicacy
for men to feast upon.
I feasted on your charm,
a robust meal
of delectable deceit and emptiness.
I hung on your arm,
an empty delicacy
for men to feast upon.
Labels:
poetry prompt,
threewordwed
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Going back
It only takes a little
plutonium to get
back to the future, Marty.
plutonium to get
back to the future, Marty.
Labels:
clock tower,
McFly,
weekly prompt
Thursday, September 2, 2010
In my wake
I left a trail of
tears behind me.
Thankfully, they snuffed the fires.
tears behind me.
Thankfully, they snuffed the fires.
Labels:
fire,
poetry,
tears,
weekly prompt
A torrid affair
The heat of your skin
once seared my
flesh, branded by your love.
The salt of your tears
once mixed with
mine, snuffed that bright flame.
The ashes of our home
once covered the
ground, scattered in the wind.
once seared my
flesh, branded by your love.
The salt of your tears
once mixed with
mine, snuffed that bright flame.
The ashes of our home
once covered the
ground, scattered in the wind.
My world is on fire
The smell of singed wood
still gives me
chills. Three years have past.
still gives me
chills. Three years have past.
Labels:
fire,
memories,
poetry,
weekly prompt
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